".....Forward, forward, not forsakenare you the man to f* with the enemyShow me the gold and show me favorCrown a man of humble originsWho's adept at fitting infrom beneath unholy skinWe'll sing along to the minion songEmerging from the jaws of each lion andThreading on a far constellationRiding away on the waves of oblivion..." - Amplifier [link]

A sequel from my last work [link] I wanted to reproduce it but this time with a human presence.

Ah the smog skull return this time more elongated and mouth open as a guy unknowingly walks right into it. The alone in th forest is a good look and I like that as it adds to the mystery of "what is" well done.